An attempt to capture my travels - the diversity of the places I visit, the people I meet, touch & feel, sound & sense...
Often, this helps me, express the satisfactory experiences of life, & at times, the not so good experiences too

Thursday

Wayanad is
that beautiful pause, the ever slight hesitation, that nearly realised
doubt, so deliciously between a guess and a certainty. Almost real... or
unreal.

On a
blissful pause, lulled by my imagination into bucking the tried and tested
sights and sounds of a discovery. We took each day at a lazy pace, often plans
were made only to be forsaken the next minute, while continuing to slow crawl
the day. The soul demanded complete surrender to the experience

It was
effortless. For a person who is not very used to trekking or taking in the
strong sun, I was happily walking in the plantations, smelling the moist earth
and gazing with wonder at Nature aplenty. Getting drunk on the mountain air and
wilderness that waited outside my window. Catching the breeze coming off the
expansive waters and inhaling the mist. Being strangely weather beaten by
evening and looking forward to a good nights rest.

The thing
about living in a plantation house is that there are many people
always about. Yet it was a wee bit overwhelming to be surrounded by such
open vast lands...the fear of the unknown (animals, ghosts does climb a notch
higher, by night) - took some getting used to.

Calm prevailed at nightfall. If you ignore the animal sounds, the
birds tweeting, the odd desolation here magnifies the night, creating
a oneness, a stillness. As if speaking directly to the core.

I sat
listening to the caretakers stories of wild boars marauding the crop, how
the labour had to stay prepared for such an attack, how gun toting hunters
would be shooed away... fascinating life. I wondered often before closing my
eyes to sleep, will I make a good farmer:D

Every evening we'd sit in the massive porch on these long Plantation chairs,
till it was night time, talking softly amongst ourselves, sipping hot chocolate
or eating fresh fruits, while soaking the senses with this breathtaking
territory. A lavishly created house from wood, Kerala style, perched on
the edge of water, hills in the background, grass so green that it was unreal,
thus claiming a reward full of pleasure from nature.

Every
morning I'd wake up for some reason by 5ish, open the curtains, slide
back into my warm bed, and gaze at the lights slowly creeping up in the sky,
dew laden foliage, for a true sense of the intense beauty in this
extraordinary setting. And soon would be lulled back to sleep.

The road
journey from Kozhikode airport to the plantation traverses through
the ghats. Eye catching scenic views, dense forests, lofty ridges
interspersed with dense fog, reminded me of Conoor. This lovely hill
station snuggled amidst the western ghats, could so easily be the get away
for the rich and famous I imagine.

A word of caution - travelling through the winding route at
night aint sensible, because fog swoops in unpredictably and reduces
visibility to near zero. Also may be a good idea to hire a four wheel drive,
for that ground clearance.

Sunday

The sense of pride, the humility, the knowledge/information and above all the sense of sharing is so spirited amongst the local
folks we interacted with, in our very short trip to the Rann, it enhanced my own
awareness of things important to be reflected upon. When they say *Kuch din toh guzariye Gujarat mein*, the script writer understood the stunning spectacle called The Rann of Kutch.

Rann is no ordinary land. It is an experience

A deep
sigh

A connection

A wantonness of the soul

The hot sun, drew me to its halo and blaze, while being mesmerized watching the arid land, gaze back unflinchingly. The first halt was Ekal Na Rann (into Black Dungar -which btw ain't black, more like brown) into the Great Rann ...we sped through arrow straight roads from Bhuj, leaving in our wake, swirling dust. If seeing the Rann by the setting sun was wow, upon seeing the Rann by night light, I was transfixed. The moon made its
appearance, sparkling its glitter on this incomprehensible vastness that
fades off towards infinity. An unimaginable black sky with more stars and
constellations than I had seen in my entire life was spread above me. The app
on my BlackBerry StarTracker, was having a field day, I wondered to myself, how
come I have never seen such a sky in my own city?! Or do sooo many stars only
show up in the desert? The starry sky seemed to merge with the unending dark
horizon, leaving me spell bound, speechless, in awe. Within fraction of seconds, I was lying on my back in the salt land,
staring up at the starry night, mesmerized, time stood eternally still. The
whipping cold wind made me realize how alive that moment was. The entire
universe was staring down back at me - twinkling. In absolute silence

It was almost a different planet. It was nothing short of
a scene out of a sci-fi movie... I have seen many interesting places in the
world, but I had never seen a sight like this ever in my life. It was not
clear if what we were witnessing was actually reality, were we in the present?
Or were our eyes playing tricks? Standing in the middle of one of the largest
salt deserts in the world! Sometimes it felt like salt, sometimes snow,
sometimes water....where were we?!

The natural landscape of the Rann is white, till the
eyes can see! With
its blinding heat and barren expanses the landscape is equally mesmerizing and inhospitable. Too hot by the day where you find yourself peeling layers of clothes, too cold by night, where the thickest of wool seems too little. We walked on the cracked land, feeling the soft ground
giving way as we walked. We took our steps gingerly, slowly, carefully
(imagining all Hollywood scenes where the earth opens up or a quicksand engulfs
humans!) . Every now and then, my shoes would dig into the ground, realizing, the wet white beneath my feet.

What was more astonishing to hear was that in the Rann of Kutch, they pump up the ground water and dry it up in the
sun. The ground water levels are unusally high for what is barren and dried up land, with many underground streams. Wow. Unimaginable! The story has it, given how vast with extreme temperatures the Rann is, if anyone is lost in it, no search is undertaken. They are just considered lost and
the locals call those lost in the Rann white souls. They will never be found. A reality check?

There are no roads, no signs, no cars, no lights, no shops, no stops! Had to all the time remind myself to not drift away too far. Yes the mobile network works very well. But consider this, if you are lost, how will you give directions to rescue you?

Food was delightful all through the journey, Dabeli, gatiya, jalebi, thali,, theplas,chunda, poha at various halt points. We didn't really have to refrain
constantly about *less oil* as the food most often was low on fats and
awesome on flavour.

The few hours spent in the greater Rann in moonlight, perhaps counts as the most surreal
experience of my life. The desert bathed in the diffused glow of the moon
light – a huge expanse shining like a gazillion brilliant diamonds! Soaking in the atmosphere of calm and peace,
feeling one with nature. Had it not been the biting cold that eventually drove us to the warmth of our car, we would perhaps have pitched a tent and stayed up all night. Discovering such a unique, unusual place in itself is not just a matter of pride that it belongs in India, felt eternally grateful to have experienced it too.